Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.